The Ultimate Life

Jason, if you're standing here now,

it means that not only have you succeeded

in receiving all of my gifts, but you have done so beyond

the boundaries that I have set.

I guess that means that I have succeeded as well.

What I could not accomplish in life, I've done in death.

As long as you're still alive, I will be too.

I love you, son.

Goodbye, Jason.

Are we on yet? Give me a level, Jason.

Testing, one, two, three. I am Jason Stevens.

Can we get this thing rolling?

Mr. Stevens has meetings backed up all day.

Quiet, please.

Whenever you're ready.

Hi, I'm Jason Stevens, director of Stevens Foundation.

For the last two years...

You seem about a million miles away, Lexi girl.

Mm. Trying to figure out what my next move is.

Have you told Mr. Billionaire boyfriend about your Haiti plans?

Not yet. I don't know.

It's a big decision, I'm just not sure how he's going to react.

Well, it seems you have something to react to.

You're being paged at the nurse's station.

- For what? - Don't worry about what for, just go.

OK, I'm here. What's the emergency?

Is that Miss Hastings back there?

Alexia Drummond, you have been summoned to a night out on the town

- by a Mr. Jason... - Stevens?

Stevens! Yes, yes.

Your wardrobe will be provided.

Oh, wow. That's beautiful.

Lex, there's something I need to say that I should have said a long time ago.

For the past two years, when I first saw you and Emily...

I can't get your face, your beautiful face, out of my mind.

- Your eyes... your smile... -

There's something I need to say. I should have said it a long time ago.

Ms. Drummond, I hope you have a wonderful evening.

Thank you, Jim.

- Wow. - "Wow" yourself.

Tonight's menu, spinach salad with mangos and chutney.

Then the main course, steamed broccoli with lobster,

specially flown in from Maine, with lemon and drawn butter.

And ice cream sandwiches for dessert.

You picked all my favorites.

Oh.

To us.

Jason, thank you.

I love my dress, and you've made me feel so special.

But you know you don't have to...

...play our song?

Oh...

Oh, my gosh.

Oh!

Get to work.

Lex, there's something I need to say that I should have said a long time ago.

Not a day passes I don't think about your beautiful face,

and your eyes and your smile.

You're so sweet.

Jason, there's something I need to talk to you about.

- It's important. I was gonna... - Let me finish, please.

Lex, you're... you're my heart,

I can't imagine life without you in it.

Jason!

- Jason Stevens? - Yes?

You've been served. Have a nice evening.

Mr. Stevens, I am so sorry. I don't know how he got past me.

- That's perfect. Just perfect. - What is it?

My family. Aunts, uncles, the whole greedy bunch of them.

Suing me for breach of fiduciary trust in the handling of Red's foundation.

I'm really sorry, Lex. I wanted tonight to...

I just, I have to deal with this.

Please have the limo take Miss Drummond home.

So, Mr. Stevens, if the court were to find evidence to support your claims,

what are you proposing be done?

Your Honor, on behalf of my brother and my sister,

and the rest of the heirs of Red Stevens,

we request that Jason be removed as director of the foundation.

And who are you suggesting would replace him?

- Me, Your Honor. - Why, Uncle Bill?

You don't have enough money?

My grandfather wanted me to have the foundation

because he knew his own children couldn't be trusted.

And that just goes to show just how far gone he was at the end,

that he left a billion dollar foundation in the hands of this spoiled,

no-good, party boy who wants absolutely nothing to do with his own family.

OK, that's enough of that. Both of you sit down.

I'm taking the plaintiff's discovery into chambers

and we'll reconvene tomorrow at ten to determine whether we're going to trial.

Case adjourned.

Miss Drummond, it's so nice to hear back from you.

Dr. Lousand, good to see your face.

Um, I had a few questions for you.

- I'll be with you in a minute. - Hi.

- Afternoon, Miss Drummond. - Oh, hi.

Um, I just wanted to see if I could get a moment with Mr. Stevens.

I don't know. Mr. Hamilton said no interruptions.

I guess I'm interrupting.

Hi. I'm sorry. I know you're really busy.

Yeah, no. Hamilton just wants us to get all our ducks in a row

for the hearing tomorrow with the vultures. So...

Uh, I just needed to... needed to...

Uh...

I'm just going to say it.

There's this clinic in Haiti, and they work with kids who have cancer...

it sounds terrific. That's definitely a project we can take on.

Why don't you put together some sort of proposal.

And once I'm through with this stupid lawsuit...

- No, that's not what... - ...we can do some great things.

That's not what I meant. I didn't come here to pitch you for money.

I already made plans to go down there. They really need experienced nurses,

- and I just thought that... - Even better.

Once I get past this, we can both jet down there and we can...

Mr. Stevens? I apologize,

but Mr. Hamilton says we can't continue prepping without you.

OK, thank you.

- I'm really sorry, Lex, I gotta... - I know. Um...

- Just whenever you have a second. - Yeah, sure.

Jason?

- What is it? - She's gone, Hamilton.

- Who's gone? - Alexia.

Six months in Haiti.

Why would she do this?

I'm sure she didn't just, on a whim, decide to move to Haiti.

But somehow you're just finding out about it now.

Yeah, well, if you've not noticed,

I've been a little busy at the foundation.

I haven't had a lot of "me" time lately.

Or "we" time either, I gather.

Jason, your grandfather had high expectations

when he left the entire estate to you.

And I guess I've pushed you a little too hard also.

The 12 gifts that Red taught you, any idea where they came from?

- No. - Well, you're about to find out.

See that box over there?

Take a look in there, there's a book.

Only two people in the world knew that your grandfather kept a journal

from the time he was 15.

One was me, and the other was your grandmother.

Maybe you can find something from his past

to help you here in the present,

or possibly in your future.

I'm gonna go back to bed now.

We've got court in the morning.

You're welcome to stay the night.

That's quite a story.

"February, 1941.

My ninth grade teacher, Mrs. Halpern, gave me this book full of blank pages.

She said it might help to put my ideas on paper.

Sounds a little girly to me, but she said that's a diary.

Boys keep journals. There's a difference.

September 3rd, 1941.

Someday, I swear to heaven, I am going to be a billionaire."

February 23rd, 1941.

Finally quit school and got me my own job today, delivering ice.

From sun up till sundown.

- Move! You're blocking the driveway! - Sorry.

Come on! Let's go!

That snotty rich kid did me a favor today

because I might not have ever seen that newspaper on the ground.

It was right there in print. This man, Andrew Carnegie,

had started out working in a telegraph office at 12.

He didn't even go to school, just read books whenever he could, just like me.

I bet he had to put up with all those rich kids

turning up their noses at him, too.

And he ended up a billionaire anyway.

I swear to heaven, and to every one of those snobs who look down on me,

so will I.

Soup's getting cold.

It would be nice to have something else for a change.

There, now you got something else.

- She sounds bad again, Pop. - I know.

- She needs her medicine. - What am I gonna do, huh?

I can't afford it right now.

Hospital's still after me for last time she was there.

Well, someday I'm gonna buy that whole darn hospital,

and they'll wish they treated her better, I swear to heaven.

What are you babbling about?

I'm gonna be a billionaire, like this man, Andrew Carnegie.

Get it in your head, son. You ain't ever gonna be rich.

Only thing you're ever gonna be able to count on is coming up on the short end.

That's what was handed me by my daddy, and I'm sorry,

but that's all you're ever gonna get from me.

- What is it? - Just going to work.

On, baby.

I'm sorry you have to work so hard.

- It's not fair. - It's OK.

No, it's not.

I'll be up out of this bed soon...

...and then you can quit that job,

and we'll get you enrolled back in school.

I love you, Mama.

I love you, too, son.

Get some rest, OK?

Get some rest.